I’ve been tempted to think the typical upper middle-class white student seems overly fearful of healthy intellectual debate.
The first sentence of Pride and Prejudice works as a tweet, but not as flash.
There’s a whole lot of confusion about the difference between an essay and a personal narrative.
I could still hear the movie voices circling at the bottom of the staircase like lost and scared children in a forest.
First-person journalism is my antidote to much of what goes on in creative nonfiction classes.
